This doesn't have to be expressed in a clever ditty, or in a song or read from a fancy placard by an actor or politician.

It's simlple, folks...get out and VOTE this Tuesday.

And, for what it's worth, you do NOT have to settle for the those two more famoius candidates, namely Obama and McCain. There are other options. Click HERE for a list of other folks who are running for the highest post in the land. When you get there, simply go to the box on the upper left hand side that says "Search by Last Name or Zip Code." I put in my zip code for the Presto Dog Phunny Pharm, hit the trusty ol' <Enter> key & a screen popped up listing candidates in my area for various offices. I clicked on "2008 Presidentilal General Election" & there was a list with  few more names that those two we always hear so much about.

 Take your time to do some research about these other folks.You do not have to settle for the ones that spend the most money for TV ads, or the ones who constantly, relentlessly badger you on your telephone, each and every night, pointing out the fatal flaws and catastrophic situation our great nation would be if you were to (heaven forbid!) vote for the opponent.

VOTE!

And, by the way, none of our dogs has expressed an interest one way or another in any of the candidates running for President. Seems like as long as we continue to provide a place to sleep, good food and, although not specifically mentioned, good vet care, our pack has unanimously elected to stay the course with the present incumbents of the Phunny Pharm...namely my & the Presto Dog First Lady.

In a prior post, I mentioned that the Presto Dog First Lady was under the weather. As such, we wouldn't be attending the dog show we'd previously entered Maggie, our Shetland Sheepdog, in. That turned out to be nothing more than a big, fat, bold-faced lie. Here are the facts surrounding this amazing turn of events...

It was around 11:00 a.m. or so. The Pretso Dog First Lady had been up for a few hours and she'd managed to keep down the light breakfast she made. This was far different than a few hours previously when she made seemingly  countless trips to the bathroom, the result of what we could only assume was one of those 24-hour viruses you sometimes hear about. It was either that or a frozen dinner she had was tainted, since we'd otherwise eaten just about the same things but I didn't suffer any ill effects from my endeavors. We'd decided to not attend the dog show we'd entered Maggie in a few weeks ago, letting the First Lady instead rest up and be absolutely certain that she was O.K. to venture back into the world once again.

It was a ring on her cell phone that started things running. The call was placed by a fellow member of the dog club we belong to. She told us that unless another Sheltie showed up at the dog show. it wouldn't be considered a "major" show and she wouldn't be entitled to as many points if her dog won. So, we looked at each other & decided we'd brave the consequences and head out to the show. Flash forward about two hours and you can see some of the pictures I took after we arrived at the show.

Here's Maggie on the judge's table, undergoing to mandatory once-over all dogs must submit to:

Maggie on Table

Maggie trots around the ring, happy that's she's able to show off her abilities:

Maggie Trots

Maggie took second place in her class...and here she is getting a treat for her fine performance:

Maggie Rests

And, here's a picture of "Chatty," a puppy that one of our fellow dog club members fell in love with at the show:

Chatty